Author's POV.

Two days later.

"Ammi meri blue tie dekhi hai aapne kahin?" An impatient Aly comes into the kitchen, his shirt is ironed, his watch not in his hand and he still hasn't worn his tie when he has to reach office in twenty minutes.

His fault, when Amyra was removing his clothes in the morning he told her with full attitude she doesn't have to do anything for him.

"I don't need favours from the likes of you. I am very much capable of doing it on my own." He had said but look now, he isn't even ready yet.

Mamijaan looks up confusingly at him, knowing well he would never ask his tie to her, he was indirectly asking Amyra to give it to him but why would she? He can ask his Shyra to give him one.

"Beta, hogi wahin tumhari cupboard mein. Ammu tum-...."

"Nahin Mamijaan. Maine nai dekhi koi tie." Amyra speaks without even looking up at him. She had much important work to do. She hasn't spoken more than a few words to him in the last two days.

She can feel his sharp glare directed her way though. Mamijaan looks amused at the scene unfolding. Just then his phone rings and he smiles wide at the name which is displayed

Rayyan.

"Hi yaar khotiye. Bade din hogai tujhse baat kare." He hears a thick manly voice from the other side.

"Hi Shyra ji. Aaj badi jaldi yaad kiya aapne. Sab theek to hai na?" Aman speaks in an over sweet tone, making sure he is loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. Amyra clutches the spatula tightly in her hand, her teeth gritting in annoyance.

"Nasha kiya hai kya sawere sawere? Koun Shyra?" Rayyan seems flabbergasted at the reply he received from his yaar.

"Ji, aaj thodi der hogi mujhe. Wo kya hai ki, mujhe meri tie nahin mil rahi hai." He sneaks a quick glance at Jass, and is satisfied to see her chopping the onion at a faster pace, meaning she is hearing him loud and clear.

Mamijaan shakes her head at her son's antics and goes towards her own room to give them some privacy.

Rayyan on the other side of the phone call has his brows furrowed, thinking hard on what is wrong with his friend and then it strikes him. He is trying to make someone jealous. Aah. Must be Amyra Bhabi.

His tone immediately changes, trying to sound girlish he screams in a high pitch.

"Arre aise kaise Aman ji, aap jald se jald office aaiye. Mera dil nai lagta aapke bina." Aman had to try his hardest to stop from cringing at his friend's voice. He sighs thinking, The things I do for you Jass.

Aman perks up as if he received a lottery, continuing his act,

"Oh, aap ke paas spare tie hai? Hamesha rakhti hain? Wow, aap to great hain Shyra ji. Beauty with brains, I must say." His teasing tone resembles that of a guy in love and his laughter that bellows a second later adds more to the fact that he is enjoying her talk on the phone.

Amyra's breathing stops when she heard that beauty with brains quote and she had to stop herself from chopping his head instead of the onions.

Is Shyra ki bacchi ko jab tak zinda nai gaad doon, chain ki saans nai lungi main. Samajhti kya hai khudko? Mere shohar ko subah subah aise call kar rahi hai jaise uske hon. Huh! In her dreams. Mere Aly ko cheen ne ki koshish bhi ki na to dekhiyo, jo spare tie rakhti hai na, usi ko uske gale ka phanda bana dungi. Kamini. Harami saali.

"Aaah." Amyra in her rage didn't notice when the piece of onion was completely chopped and when the knife reached her own fingers. She realised only after the knife pierced her skin.

Aman quickly cuts the phone call rushing to Amyra, he takes her finger in his hands placing it under the running water in the sink.

"Paagal hogai hai kya? Dhyaan kahan hai tera, agar kaatna nahin aata to kyun koshish kar rahi hai?" His anger seems to be rising looking at the deep cut and the amount of blood that came out.

" Dur reh tu mujhse. Aur sahi kaha, mujhe kuch nahin aata. Sab kuch to teri Shyra ji ko hi aata hai. Ja uske paas, teri tie bhi hogi wahin." She screams at him, pushing him away from her bleeding finger. He was holding her hand and because of her harsh movement, the skin tore up a bit more, leaving more blood to gush out.

Aman seems shocked at her outburst but his eyes darken when he sees more blood coming out of her skin.

He removes his handkerchief from his pant wrapping it around her bleeding finer inspite of her protests. He then pulls her to their room trying to calm his rage. When they reach their room, Amyra pulls out of his hold sitting on the bed and Aman rushes to the bathroom to get a first aid kit.

He comes back sitting beside her on the bed but she stands up immediately trying to walk away and before she could do that Aman pulls her back such that she loses her balance falling flat on the bed, her back touching the bed. Amyra gasps and Aman quickly climbs on top of her, balancing himself on his legs either side.

He bends over her, showing his stern expression which scares Amyra a little because she has never seen him this angry before.

"Agar ab hili, to mujhe khud nai pata main kya karunga Amyra. To behtar hai chup chaap baitho." His eyes convey his seriousness whereas she again flinches at his rude tone and the way he called her Amyra. Her eyes fill up with tears when he concentrates on cleaning the blood and putting an antiseptic.

When he is satisfied with his work, he looks up to see her tears falling as they disappear behind her ear. Guilt hits him hard when he realizes she is crying because of him. But this is not the first time, she has cried many times before this when they have fought, then why does it feel like he had committed a sin.

Amyra is also thinking along similar lines, it's not like he hasn't flirted with other girls before. When they were in college, he used to throw pick up lines at anything that had a pair of tits and a womanly face. Then why now, is it that she feels like killing him for thinking of another girl.

It is frustrating to no end, to even think that he might like someone romantically, even his ex wife for that matter. She knows it's wrong on her part, but she can't help it. She is human after all. Something about sharing her Aly seems so disheartening she would rather die.

Tu kabse marne, maarne ki baatein karne lagi Amyra? She mocks her own self.

Aman props himself on his elbows after putting the first aid aside. He puts his forehead on hers, mumbling sorry again and again to her. Her sobs increase as she begins hitting him with the other hand. He keeps pecking her face as he says sorry. Once she has drained her tear ducts out, she clasps the collar of his shirt tightly pulling him more into her. He rolls on the bed falling on his back with Amyra in his arms who is now on top of him, he wraps her into his cocoon rubbing her back.

"Kabse Shyra Shyra kiye jaaraha hai, sharam nai aati tujhe. Maine dono ko zinda gaad dena hai agar kuch aisa waisa socha bhi." She threatens him still holding his collar in her hands.

"Main mazaak kar raha tha Jass, tu meri call history check karle wo to apna Rayyan tha. Tu mujhe teen din se attitude de rahi hai, mujhse na theek se baat ki na mere saath baithi to main kya karta. Isiliye tujhse reaction nikalwa raha tha bas lekin tu to meri sherni thi, itna kyun rorahi hai itne chote se prank par." He speaks slowly, his hands exploring her back and sides.

He is only now realizing her curves are perfect, a slim waist, round butts just enough to leave a man panting and long slender legs. He also noticed her breast size has increased all thanks to his son and he can't get enough of them.

Shit. Fuck. Ye kya bakwaas soch raha hai Aman. Ye apni jhalli Jass hai, agar use pata chala tere khayalon ka to tu zindagi bhar dubara baap nahin ban paayega. Phir hogaya tera throwball team ka sapna pura.

"Main nai hun koi sherni werni. Iflaas admi. Tune bekaar mein mujhe itna rulaya upar se ungli kat gai teri tension mein wo alag." She pouts burying her face into his neck, she sneakily sniffs him lest he finds out and make more fun of her.

"Sorry, dubara nai karunga. Nai nai ruk, agar tu phirse mujhse baat nai karegi na to karsakta hun." He says as if speaking about the weather.

She gets up from his neck wide eyed trying to see if he lying, when she is sure he was serious she throws a solid punch on his jaw leaving him wincing.

"Oye, meesni. Kitni zor se lagi." He whines. She gets up from the the bed walking out of the room not before throwing his blue tie at him which was hanging on the hanger all along.